ColtonA hand slides his hands down my waist underneath my apron. I jump, turning around with my knife pointed at the body behind me. My hands shake as I try to figure out a way to get out his strong grasp.
The man laughs and I toss the knife down onto the ground.
“What the hell?” I cry out. “What are you doing here, Colton? You scared the crap out of me! You know better!”
“Ha! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you like that. The meeting at the clubhouse got done early, so I figured I’d just come right over.” He pulls my waist into his, his hands still playing with the underside of my black and flour-covered apron. He dips his head down towards my neck, inhaling deeply, “Mmmm… you smell delicious.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as I forget why I’m mad at him, “I probably smell like pesto
